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The Patron

by David Maris

I’m attracted to waitresses. I love their outfits and the cleanliness of their hands. They ask me what I’d like to have, and I tell them, and they smile and get it for me. I discreetly stare at their asses. They lightly touch my shoulder and laugh at my jokes. They say goodbye when I leave, which creates an illusion of affection, which gets me through the rest of my day.

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David Maris may be sitting at the next table.

3 comments:

madam z said...

I wanted to make a flip comment like, "I hope you leave them big tips, because it's not easy feigning affection, day after day," but I just can't, because the story is so sweet and sad.

lcyeiser said...
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lcyeiser said...

David Maris may be sitting at the next table? I certainly hope so.